The Orphan by Jens Grabarske

Once I strolled around a park Caressing trees and branch and bark When my path found a statue there Of bronze and black and of some wear. It showed a boy, in figure small With bare feet, as I recall, Wearing rags and with no smile It made me linger for a while. The hands...

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Jens Grabarske
Jens Grabarske
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